Why did Ash always have the worst timing possible?! Trip didn't want to be seen like this! He was in disgrace! This is even more embarrassing than publicly realizing he didn't have enough for the least expensive meal in an establishment full of very materialistic rich people.

(Okay, given that they laughed again just seeing him, maybe that was still worse.)

Ash wouldn't laugh at him, he's not that kind of guy, but... he was awful to him and acted conceited... and anyway, being seen by someone who challenged the league with him, who he already lost to...

Trip turned away very obviously, tugging his hoodie closer to his face.

Initially, too scared to speak, then, poorly disguised voice it is! Trying to pitch it lower since Ash heard it high too, oops.

"Like that... but no, more like... getting rid of malevolent spirits. Burning them away, sending them to the spirit world, that sort of thing. My Pokemon can do that."

Did he need help or was he just curious? Please go away soon, Ash.

“Gah!”

Why do you have to sneak up on people like that?! There’s so many other flyers to read, Gold!

He ducked and side-scuttled his way out of there to reclaim some personal space, thank you.

“They all say the same thing, you know...”

He still had a bit of an attitude, even in this situation, yes, although he quickly looked penitent, wondering if such behaviour might scare off a potential customer/employer.
Gold wasn’t someone Trip recognized, so he didn’t immediately raise the hoodie after the brisk motion knocked it down. Same haircut, same grey eyes (just a bit narrower and lacking that sparkling, wide-eyed wonder), and same penchant for hoodies. But it could be a coincidence, right?

Should he have used something else for a disguise? He can't buy anything new right now! He's repeatedly been recognized...

"U-ulsai, Mr. Larson..." he said, faltering a bit, then held out the flyer in lieu of an explanation.

He couldn't buy a proper disguise if he couldn't buy food, unfortunately!

Trip looked hurt and massively insulted by the sad-eyed look, mistaking it for pity. He felt heat rise up in his face and raised his head indignantly... and instantly felt a pounding headache from the motion, ugh.

Before he could say anything, Blissey piped up with a suggestion.

Now, this? This was decent and honourable. Sure, a little... low-class, but it was still a job and not charity, so he could accept it much more readily. He didn't like the idea of possibly being recognized, but maybe he won't be so recognizable if he had a uniform? Maybe a hat...

"I'll take it! Thank you... thank you very much, Mr. Larson."